What I Really Did When My Husband Was Out

It started as a search on Google. I had put the kids to bed and was catch­ing up on read­ing the news online. I was lonely; my hus­band was out again, just like every other night. I knew he would be back late. The house was clean, dishes washed, kids in bed, and I was all on my own with time on my hands. I should have gone to sleep; the kids made me tired run­ning after them all day, but I could not sleep. I was think­ing of where my hus­band was.

I called him and got the usual response: “Will be home soon.” But “soon” would turn into hours, and I would be left to busy myself. Then I came upon a sugar daddy dat­ing web­site. I checked it out and decided to set up an account—what the heck, it was just for fun. Besides, I would just be chat­ting. And it was the Inter­net; they would never actu­ally see me.

The account was cre­ated in less than five min­utes. I began to search the site and saw hun­dreds of men search­ing for fun, for a friend with ben­e­fits, or sim­ply just to have an affair. I looked at the pic­tures, but no one caught my eye. After an hour or so, I logged out.

The next day, my hus­band was out again. So, I fol­lowed the same rou­tine: I put the kids asleep, got com­fort­able, and turned on my lap­top. I logged into my e-mail—it was just nor­mal every­day stuff. And then I noticed that I had responses from the dat­ing web site. I opened them and saw that a few men had responded to my ad. There was noth­ing excit­ing, so I didn’t bother. Just as I began delet­ing them, one of the mes­sages caught my eye: “I would love to get together for a cof­fee, but I am trav­el­ing for a month and won’t be back, so let’s cor­re­spond by e-mail?” I could live with that—I was lonely and bored, so I fig­ured chitchat would be fine. I responded and waited to see what would happen.

The fol­low­ing day, I opened my inbox again and there was a reply to my mes­sage. “Hi princess—is it OK if I call you princess? Let’s talk; would love to get to know you and how you are.” What fol­lowed was like a friend­ship. We talked via e-mail every day for a month. He was the head of a huge com­pany in the Mid­dle East and worked one month away from home and one month at home. He was estab­lished, mar­ried, had grown kids, and was lonely. His wife was away all the time, and he needed com­pan­ion­ship. He would always call me “princess” and ask about my day; he made me feel so good about myself.

In time, my con­fi­dence grew; I hadn’t been look­ing after myself, but now I did, and all in the span of less than a month. He was ask­ing what I looked like, and I described myself as much as pos­si­ble. He sent me his picture—he was a lot older than me, but he was a gentleman.

We talked for the whole month that he was away from home, and then the time came for him to return. He asked to meet me, but I was hes­i­tant, so I refused. I felt I knew him more, yet we had never met in per­son. What if he did not like me after meet­ing me? Finally, I gave in and went to meet him. You hear hor­ror sto­ries, but mine was some­thing else. He looked just like he did in the pic­ture; he was a gen­tle­man and gave me the utmost respect. And yes, he did make me feel like a princess.

We had din­ner, talked for hours, and then had cof­fee. Finally, we headed to his penthouse—but no hanky-panky, just stim­u­lat­ing con­ver­sa­tion. Then, he said he had brought me back a present. I closed my eyes, and he brought out a beau­ti­ful bag. I opened it and inside there were so many gifts: a neck­lace, a scarf, per­fumes, choco­lates, and the list goes on. He said, “You want to be a princess, and I will treat you like one.”

And so the fairy­tale began; one month he was here, and the next he would go back to his work. He treated me like a princess, and I felt like one. My life at home improved; we had no argu­ments because I was happy. I received beau­ti­ful things, which I could only dream of, and at the same time, I gained con­fi­dence and became a new me. This was just the beginning.